I HEART MY DAD

Dedicated to Fathers everywhere:

So my Daddy and I have a very unique relationship. While we may look alike in some aspects: we have the same smile, nose etc. We have senses of humor that mirror eachother. Therefore that means that we get eachother's jokes more than other people. So when my Daddy says something funny I get it more than anyone else in the room and we end up laughing hysterically and the rest of the table looks at us and eachother wondering what it is that made us laugh so hard we cried.
Because his hysterics crack me up so much I cherish when I have voicemails from him, because I know what they are going to be before I listen to them. They will be a message in whatever foreign accent he is feeling that day. It might be a Tony Soprano style message asking me if i want some canoli or if I want to meet up to tie someone's feet to cinder blocks and throw them in the Hudson. Or perhaps it will be a Mexican accent telling me if I don't answer my phone that he might "have to stab you, mein." Perhaps he will be in a particularly witty mood and leave me one in his best Darth Vader saying "cecilia..... I am your Father."
So what do I do? I call him back, he intentionally doesn't answer so that we can continue on with our banter, and I leave him a message in my best British accent asking if he would like to "drop round' for a spot of tea later" or in my Chinese lady telling him that his order of "pok flied riice and egga-rolls are a-reddy in fib-a-teen a-minutes."

Guess there is a reason I'm halfway through my 20s and still call him Daddy. Sometimes we just don't grow up...